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Stiff carpet, faded and cracking drywall, and many an Office cubicle sit coated in the pale blue -and poorly mimicked- moonlight as it shines through the artificial windows. Overhead lights are shut down, but a few odd computer screens shine out against the darkness as if rebelling against dormancy, their glow seeming almost blinding when in contrast with the rest of the darkened building. For a few moments, the Narrator found himself wishing that his protagonist had bothered to ensure they had been shut down before heading to sleep, seeing as the computers always kept turning themselves on after a Reset. However, seeing as his surprise needed to be kept secret until the time was right, the Narrator had quickly and quietly decided that he could deal with it. He did need to be able to see what he was doing, after all. He would simply pester her about it later.
Night was always the best time for getting things done. This was what the Narrator firmly believed. Whether it was cleaning up any disturbances or irregularities in the Office, deciding which Endings to follow through with on the next day, or simply planning surprises as he was doing now, the Narrator was content in the fact that his curious little protagonist would not bother him during his work. Many operations required very delicate fine-tuning after all, and the slightest mistake could spell disaster. Well, alright, that wasn’t usually the case. Cleaning up the Office usually only required a simple flip of the switch or the turn of a knob. In this instance however, absolute focus was of the upmost necessity. He was going to perform a very complicated operation, and if it didn’t work, then he would very well have to cut off an entire area of the Office for at least a full day. What if she got curious? The whole thing would be ruined! He couldn’t have that. Not after all the work he put into this.
In a brief moment of worry, the Narrator glanced at the corner of his main monitor, glancing over the snippets of data provided to him to ensure that Stacey was still asleep. Her room was one of precisely two places where she was granted upmost privacy, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t check her vital signs in case of emergency. A sigh of relief escaped him once he found that she was still asleep. No disturbances would occur any time soon, and he was finally almost done. Thank heavens for that. At this rate, he could finish making the connection and even have enough time to have a look around the dimension beforehand to ensure its safety before tomorrow’s Story.
Alright, perhaps it was a bit extreme to be trying to add an entire bloody dimension to his Office, but in the face of desperation one must take the steps necessary to ensure some assemblage of the status quo. It had been far too long since Stacey last found any sign of her uncle, and at this rate she was going to start losing hope. He had to find something, anything to get her to stay for as long as possible.
She could not be allowed to leave.
With a few final clacks of his keyboard, the Narrator finished typing the string of codes necessary to complete the connection. With a content sigh he pressed a pair of fingers against the enter key, and in just a few seconds a bright white light shone out from door 457, located in the room just beyond the second set of cubicles in the main Story. It was out of the way, and yet still available to the Story with a few minor adjustments. This would work out perfectly, at least in all but one tiny little detail.
The description of the dimension as provided by his monitor did not seem like the eighteenth-century kingdom he had planned for.
